Since the activities described are non-consensual they should NOT, in myopinion, take place in real life, and would in fact be illegal and, as faras I...m concerned, immoral. However, some people, including me, enjoy fantasizing about such things.So I present this story as an artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat roam through my mind. It has depictions of sever sexual torture that would not work it thereal world. Nor should anyone try the tortures depicted in this story inthe real. “How far have you gone with a guy?” “Oh, full-on,” she replied bluntly. “’Full-on’?” “Yeah, you know; blow-jobs, hand-jobs, 100% vaginal penetration.” “Whoa.” “Well you asked.” “Sorry, that’s not what I meant. I’m not suggesting you’re a slut or anything.” “Yes you are.” “No! I swear!” “It’s alright. I’m just…open with my body, that’s all. I haven’t tried anal or anything that crazy… but… OK, fine. I’m a slut.” They both laughed. “So what else do you know about this place?” “I know that. Let me tell you about us. My wife, Sophie, is 5 feet tall and weights about 105 pounds, dark hair and a set of beautiful 34C tits. She has a nice firm ass and keeps her pussy shaved except for a little patch of dark hair on top. Myself, I'm 5'10" and weight about 175 pounds. I have an average cock, about 8 inches in length. The two things that I have been blessed with is a nice big mushroom head on my cock and balls about the size of large lemons, which can produce a very large load of cum. The. HB: Well, the alarm havent rang, soooo...My heart skipped, 'what is she saying?' ran through my mind,Me: So, is that even legal? What am I saying now...I stepped closer and she turned away slightly. Going closer,I tipped-toe slightly, planting a kiss her on the cheek, hands held behind my back. We were both in t-shirts and shorts, and I could see the lump on her chest, my little brother leaped at the sight of it. To be honest, it was rather awkward, I wanted it but I do not really know what I.